I'm driving down Highway 90.
Going back for the hair of that dog that bit me.
I'm gonna bite back while I can.
Are you my boy? Are you my man?

Driving down Highway 90.
And the road becomes a boy, to a bullet, to a brain.
The sky, all of this gray matter looks like rain.

90 90 90 90.

Driving down Highway 90, I think about a girl, she lives so fast.
She coulda been a Super Sonic Chica.
If she could get off her ass.
Driving down Highway 90.
I dream about a day at a comic book store.
I didn't wanna be a groupie.
But I guess I am a comic book whore.

90 90 90 90.

Driving down Highway 90.
Lock my up in a disco and throw away the key.
I wanna be Donna Summer.
But I'll bet she wouldn't wanna be me.

Driving down Highway 90,
Got vivarin in my body and a soda by my side.
I'll also be a freak this time next week.
Oh, I don't wanna think - just drive.
Driving down Highway 90.
I'm a fish in a 4-lane ghost car scream.
Now just stay on my good side.
This car is mean.